Changing Directions

Chapter 4

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 more days till Thanksgiving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya know whaat that means???????????? no freakin school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 4

“MOM!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN MY CURLING IRON?” I yell down stairs. If I didn’t curl my hair soon, it was going to be frizzy. And I cannot go to school with my hair frizzy. Do you have any idea what Jessica would say? I don’t even want to imagine.

“It’s right here, hon.” She says handing it to me. “I needed it for your sisters hair yesterday.”

“Thanks for telling me.” I mumble and run back up the stairs to my room.

My little sister was almost nine and she was the most popular girl at her school. Lucky. She didn’t have to deal with my problems; everyone loves Emily!!!!!!!!!! She was always asking mom to curl her hair too, and I am the only one in the house with a curling iron. Oh well.

My outfit for the day was spread across my bed; gray leggings with an almost kaki colored skirt. A black and white striped shirt and a red crop jacket on top. To polish my look, I’ve also added a ribbon bead necklace that goes perfectly with my navy flats. I have to admit, I was pretty proud of my look. And the gentle curls? Perfect! I’m a little OCD about my look; it had to be just perfect or else I have a really bad day. I guess I get that from my dad…Dad. Thinking of him brings back memories.

He used to scoop me up after school when I was five and spin me around. When I was three, I barely remember him turning me upside down and holding me by my feet. Then he would run around the house and he would flop me down on the couch. Then I remember that awful day when I was six.

My very first day of grade one; August 8, 2001. I can remember exactly what I wore like it was yesterday; A big white bow in my hair and a plaid dress with black shiny shoes. My dad was at work on the aircraft carrier in the Atlantic ocean, near South Africa. School was normal; I made some friends and went down the slide a thousand times. Then, when we got back inside, I saw my mom waiting for me. I was so happy to see her, but she had a forced smile on her face. She didn’t explain why she was getting me; she just walked me toward the car. Inside, my brother was there and he was furiously playing on his game boy. I sat and looked out the window and soon we were at some weird military base. I remember feeling happy; maybe dad was waiting here for us! I couldn’t be farther away from the truth. My brother picked me up and we followed my mom into the building. We waited for hours. Then, a man dressed in a military uniform walked over to my mother. I couldn’t hear exactly what he said, but I remember this: my mom screamed out and sank to the floor, crying. My brother understood what happened but I hadn’t a clue. When I asked him, he looked at me with tears in his eyes. He sat me down and told me dad was watching us from above and I knew. I knew, I would never see him again.

“EM!!!! It’s time to go!!!!!!! Tyler’s here!!!!!!!!!!” my mom interrupts my thoughts. As I pass my wall mirror, I notice the tears on my face. Great, now my eyes were going to puffy! I wipe them away, grab my bag, and hurry out the door to his car, without eating breakfast. It didn’t matter; I had lost my appetite.

“Hey!” he said when I sat down.

“Hi.” I mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. I looked over and I’m pretty sure he knew. The same thing happened to him, too.